Run up, run up, run up in yo... Run up in yo... Crib Blast yo kids Call me a dope man -When we walk by, pussy's start cooking (shit)
Run up in your crib, blast your kids Ain't no myth in this, shit's official I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson Cause my investin' was sendin' rappers to heaven Gives me an erection You need protection from the smooth assassin Who really moves at action, blastin' motherfuckers Execution fashion Now who`s the fat one that you love to hate Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you Then I'll wack you with my snub 38 It doesn't take much to make me restless Look at my face...
Who-who-who really, action, blastin' motherfuckers Execution fashion Run up, pistol whip you Execution fashion
Call me a dope man 'Cause I rock dope beats Run up in [...] Shit's official I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson 'Cause my investin' was sendin' rappers to heaven Gives me an erection You need protection from the smooth assassin Who really moves at action, blastin' motherfuckers Execution fashion Now who`s the fat one that you love to hate Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you Then I'll whack you with my snub 38 [?x]